A Night at the Asylum
A comic book poem by: Nicole D'Andria
Welcome to Arkham Asylum’s padded walls.
I hope you enjoy your time in these halls!
But first I’d better tell you who’s who,
So you can surely survive here too!
There’s the killer, Croc, all shackled in chains
(And who never really had any brains).
He’s shrieking at Hatter
(Who couldn’t be madder).
There’s Jonathan Crane
(Now he’s got a brain)
Scaring poor Arnie Wesker and his doll Scarface
(Oh, but don’t let him hear you say “doll” or he’ll rip off your face).
There’s my sweet protégé, Harley Quinn,
(Whose lips are so smooth it must be a sin!)
Sipping herbal tea with Ms. Isley
(You’d better tread wisely).
And then there’s you,
I’m sure you’d fit right in too.
A security guard is a noble profession,
But I have to make a small confession…
See, I know I said you’d surely survive if you listened to me,
But I was playing a little joke, you see?
Your wife is quite pretty, by the way,
And she had something very important to say.
I believe her last words were:
“Let me live!” but then again her murder was quite a blur…
Any-who, I’d better be going,
Thanks to my poison your smile should soon be showing!
Thank you again for the key to the cell,
And I hope you always remember me in hell!
As I exit my humble former home
I look to the sky and let out a moan.
A bat symbol shines, blindingly bright,
That makes me grin in wicked delight.
It’s going to be a very fun night!
Welcome to Arkham Asylum’s padded walls.
I hope you enjoy your time in these halls!
But first I’d better tell you who’s who,
So you can surely survive here too!
There’s the killer, Croc, all shackled in chains
(And who never really had any brains).
He’s shrieking at Hatter
(Who couldn’t be madder).
There’s Jonathan Crane
(Now he’s got a brain)
Scaring poor Arnie Wesker and his doll Scarface
(Oh, but don’t let him hear you say “doll” or he’ll rip off your face).
There’s my sweet protégé, Harley Quinn,
(Whose lips are so smooth it must be a sin!)
Sipping herbal tea with Ms. Isley
(You’d better tread wisely).
And then there’s you,
I’m sure you’d fit right in too.
A security guard is a noble profession,
But I have to make a small confession…
See, I know I said you’d surely survive if you listened to me,
But I was playing a little joke, you see?
Your wife is quite pretty, by the way,
And she had something very important to say.
I believe her last words were:
“Let me live!” but then again her murder was quite a blur…
Any-who, I’d better be going,
Thanks to my poison your smile should soon be showing!
Thank you again for the key to the cell,
And I hope you always remember me in hell!
As I exit my humble former home
I look to the sky and let out a moan.
A bat symbol shines, blindingly bright,
That makes me grin in wicked delight.
It’s going to be a very fun night!
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